Man’s resurrection, and the future’s bud,
Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth,
Is styled their star; the stone and hidden food:
Three blessings wait upon them, one of which
Should move—They make us holy, happy, rich.
Henry Vaughan.
Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,